4/29/2004
Jason Giambi, you may rest easy. You have been replaced by A Rod as the baseball player I hate the second most.
Is A-Rod a curse in reverse?
If there is a God in heaven, and I do believe there is, the Yankees won't make the playoffs this year. Please, please, please God. Please let me see pretty boy A-Rod sulk and throw his mitt in the dugout and pout, and all in all, be the jack-off we all know he is.
Why has A-Rod replaced Jason? Here's why: As much as I'm bitter with you Jason, not for leaving the A's, but for bad mouthing them and the East Bay after you left (no class), and for leaving your personality at Kennedy Airport (seriously, we don't recognize you anymore), I still think that you just don't know any better. You're just a big lug, who got offered the world, and you took it. Fine. Your dad always wanted you to be a Yankee. Ok, we get it.
But A-Rod is slick. He's calculating. He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows what image he wants to project, he's so concerned with what others think of him, and he wants to be the golden boy. So he projects this image of being the team guy who puts the team on his back and tries to go out there and win. But he's not that guy. If he were that guy, he would never have demand the $250 plus million dollar contract with Texas, knowing full well that if they had to pay him that type of salary, they could never afford to build a team around him that could compete. He knew this. But what was his mantra towards the end of last season and over the off-season: "I just want to win." No you don't. That's simply a lie. You want the spotlight. You want to be THAT guy. You want to be the star. If you just wanted to win, why would you criticize Jeter (#5 on my list) years ago, saying that Jeter has never had to carry a team on his own and therefore, he wasn't a leader. Um. Put out your hand, Alex. No, just. Come on, I'm not going to hurt you, just let me see. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RINGS, DUDE! As much as I hate him, Jeter knows how to win and he does whatever it takes to help his team win. I have never doubted he was a true team player. You? You're just a hack. You're not fooling anyone.
If there is a God in heaven, and I do believe there is, the Yankees won't make the playoffs this year. Please, please, please God. Please let me see pretty boy A-Rod sulk and throw his mitt in the dugout and pout, and all in all, be the jack-off we all know he is.
Why has A-Rod replaced Jason? Here's why: As much as I'm bitter with you Jason, not for leaving the A's, but for bad mouthing them and the East Bay after you left (no class), and for leaving your personality at Kennedy Airport (seriously, we don't recognize you anymore), I still think that you just don't know any better. You're just a big lug, who got offered the world, and you took it. Fine. Your dad always wanted you to be a Yankee. Ok, we get it.
But A-Rod is slick. He's calculating. He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows what image he wants to project, he's so concerned with what others think of him, and he wants to be the golden boy. So he projects this image of being the team guy who puts the team on his back and tries to go out there and win. But he's not that guy. If he were that guy, he would never have demand the $250 plus million dollar contract with Texas, knowing full well that if they had to pay him that type of salary, they could never afford to build a team around him that could compete. He knew this. But what was his mantra towards the end of last season and over the off-season: "I just want to win." No you don't. That's simply a lie. You want the spotlight. You want to be THAT guy. You want to be the star. If you just wanted to win, why would you criticize Jeter (#5 on my list) years ago, saying that Jeter has never had to carry a team on his own and therefore, he wasn't a leader. Um. Put out your hand, Alex. No, just. Come on, I'm not going to hurt you, just let me see. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RINGS, DUDE! As much as I hate him, Jeter knows how to win and he does whatever it takes to help his team win. I have never doubted he was a true team player. You? You're just a hack. You're not fooling anyone.
You can't have it both ways.
ABC Affiliates Told Not to Air 'Nightline'
You can't be all, "Yay war! Yay President Bush! Destroy those Iraqi infidels! Free Iraq! We're number 1!", and then turn around and say "Shhhh....don't tell people their sons and daughters are dying."
I can't believe these communities are taking this stand. War is political. It just is. But death isn't. And these are soldiers who died for their country and they should be remembered. How dare these people say "thanks for going off to war and dying for us!" and then refuse to recognize their sacrifices. That's just such a crock of shit.
You can't be all, "Yay war! Yay President Bush! Destroy those Iraqi infidels! Free Iraq! We're number 1!", and then turn around and say "Shhhh....don't tell people their sons and daughters are dying."
I can't believe these communities are taking this stand. War is political. It just is. But death isn't. And these are soldiers who died for their country and they should be remembered. How dare these people say "thanks for going off to war and dying for us!" and then refuse to recognize their sacrifices. That's just such a crock of shit.
It's official: VH1 is the best channel EVER.
Zap2it - TV news - VH1 Goes into Makeover Business
When I first read the headline, I thought "NOOOOOOOOOOO" . Not VH1! The channel that brings me my weely dosage of Mo Rocca, Michael Ian Black, and Donal Logue. The channel that actually plays videos.
But then I read that its actually a makeover show, minus the horrendous plastic surgery. People have to do it like the rest of us: eat right, exercise, dress better, etc. I can totally get behind that. Its like Richard Simmons meets Queer Eye. Fabulous!
When I first read the headline, I thought
But then I read that its actually a makeover show, minus the horrendous plastic surgery. People have to do it like the rest of us: eat right, exercise, dress better, etc. I can totally get behind that. Its like Richard Simmons meets Queer Eye. Fabulous!
Now I understand why Colonel Jessup blew a gasket.
He's 'Rambo,' not a hero: Student rips Tillman
First off, I'm pretty sure this is just some journalism grad student trying to make a name for himself. But I dare him to say what he said to Tillman's family's face. I understand the necessities of freedom of speech and freedom of the press. But what I will never understand is how you can criticize the military while failing to recognize the sacrifices these men and women make to protect our very freedom to call them assholes and cowards.
After reading the article I was able to finally feel the frustration and anger expressed by Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men:
"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have more responsibility here than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. I know deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you don't want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand to post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."
Not that I would ever order a Code Red for my country. I'm just saying I understand the sentiment.
First off, I'm pretty sure this is just some journalism grad student trying to make a name for himself. But I dare him to say what he said to Tillman's family's face. I understand the necessities of freedom of speech and freedom of the press. But what I will never understand is how you can criticize the military while failing to recognize the sacrifices these men and women make to protect our very freedom to call them assholes and cowards.
After reading the article I was able to finally feel the frustration and anger expressed by Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men:
"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have more responsibility here than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. I know deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you don't want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand to post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."
Not that I would ever order a Code Red for my country. I'm just saying I understand the sentiment.
She's 49. Forty. Nine.
Seriously. She's gorgeous.
Dear JJ,
Pay her what she wants, dammit! I need a Victor Garber/Lena Olin make out scene. Because I'm sick in the head like that.
Dear JJ,
Pay her what she wants, dammit! I need a Victor Garber/Lena Olin make out scene. Because I'm sick in the head like that.
The Olsen twins are of the devil.
People's 50 Most Beautiful List
I haven't seen the entire list, so I will reserve most of my comments for when I actually get the issue in my hands. But I will say this: Something about the Olsen twins scare me. It's probably the fact that I've never seen them with huge smiles. They always have that weird Mona Lisa smile going, which makes me think they're hiding something. And the fact that they still take tons of pictures together just creeps me out.
I haven't seen the entire list, so I will reserve most of my comments for when I actually get the issue in my hands. But I will say this: Something about the Olsen twins scare me. It's probably the fact that I've never seen them with huge smiles. They always have that weird Mona Lisa smile going, which makes me think they're hiding something. And the fact that they still take tons of pictures together just creeps me out.
4/26/2004
Does it mean I'm a guy if I love Office Space and Swingers, but hate Titanic and the English Patient?
RELEVANT magazine :: TOP TEN MOVIES FOR GIRLS/GUYS
This is pretty accurate, though I don't know that many people, let alone women, who have seen Kate and Leopold.
As for an answer to my question, my Tivo already thinks I'm an early 20's frat guy (it records a shitload of SpikeTV programming), so whatever. But just to kick the estrogen level of this site up a notch, go see Love Actually. Seriously. Go. Now.
This is pretty accurate, though I don't know that many people, let alone women, who have seen Kate and Leopold.
As for an answer to my question, my Tivo already thinks I'm an early 20's frat guy (it records a shitload of SpikeTV programming), so whatever. But just to kick the estrogen level of this site up a notch, go see Love Actually. Seriously. Go. Now.
Huh?
The New York Times: Cracking the Code of 'Alias'
Dudes, I watch the show and this confused me. I'm pretty sure there's a way to describe the current plot lines without giving people a headache.
Dudes, I watch the show and this confused me. I'm pretty sure there's a way to describe the current plot lines without giving people a headache.
4/25/2004
Don't Settle. Ever.
"I understand what makes a woman think that any man is better than nothing. I'll just never understand what makes a woman think she's got nothing."- Jeremy Goodwin, Sports Night
This is one of my favorite quotes from Sports Night because it rings so true. I can definitely see that as women get older, we begin to see the value of settling. Those dreams we once had of that knight in shining armor, those attributes we secretly scribbled down on notebook paper and cautiously shared with our girlfriends, all of a sudden we deem those dreams "irrational" and "naive." We see the impossibility in our standards and decide that in order to be happy, the bar must be lowered.
What happens in that 20 years that makes us look down on ourselves? Our heart is broken, our trust is betrayed, our faith is shattered. The result? We don't feel like we deserve our dreams. We don't deserve to be sublimely happy. Sadly, we devalue and look down on ourselves. Our constantly fragile self-esteem is destroyed and we look for redemption elsewhere. You see it at bars all the time. Those 30+ single women, all dressed up in transparent confidence, reeking of deperation. Eyes scanning the room for a guy, any guy, that might be interested. It's a sad thing and I vow never to be one of those women.
I believe that the standards and expectations you have for your potential mate, or your future generally, is a reflection of your self. The higher the standards, the higher your self-esteem and vice versa. That's why when you're young you can have these standards. The world hasn't beaten you down yet. You don't know what it means to be vulnerable yet. You have that confidence because, quite simply, you just don't know any better. I don't want to lose that feeling. If I have lost it, I want to regain it. I refuse to let the world beat me down and make me feel like I am less than that which I think I deserve.
So I will not apologize for wanting someone who understands me; who let's me be who I am but also challenges me to be more because he sees my potential to be better; who makes me smile by just being around; who my friends like; who realizes that as strong and independent as I am, sometimes I want and need to just be treated like a girl; who isn't co-dependent; who has his own group of friends; who appreciates my love for all things Quentin Tarantino; who has no shame; who understands and is humored by my absolute girl-crush on Jennifer Garner; who realizes that when I melt at the sight of George Clooney, it's not a knock on him; who opens the door for me; who understands that I have significant trust issues and isn't scared of that; who knows what he wants; who likes baseball; who isn't threatened by the fact that my father is the most important man in my life; who treats me with respect; who is confident but not arrogant; who likes nice things but knows he doesn't need them; who never patronizes me; who is decisive; who knows that the thought that I need him scares the shit out of me; who grabs me and kisses me in the middle of the street even though he knows that I don't like PDAs; who my family likes; who puts up with my uber-analytical mind without judgment; who can outdrink me; who sees the little things that I do as signs that I care; who's just as happy eating at KFC as French Laundry; who is nicer to people than I am; who teaches me things everyday; who knows that though I put up a strong front, I'm fragile as hell; who cheers louder than I do at sporting events; who knows things I don't; who is strong enough to keep after me even though I come up with every excuse to push him away; who acknowledges that Wet Hot American Summer is a hi-larious movie; who makes me want to be a better person than I am.
This is one of my favorite quotes from Sports Night because it rings so true. I can definitely see that as women get older, we begin to see the value of settling. Those dreams we once had of that knight in shining armor, those attributes we secretly scribbled down on notebook paper and cautiously shared with our girlfriends, all of a sudden we deem those dreams "irrational" and "naive." We see the impossibility in our standards and decide that in order to be happy, the bar must be lowered.
What happens in that 20 years that makes us look down on ourselves? Our heart is broken, our trust is betrayed, our faith is shattered. The result? We don't feel like we deserve our dreams. We don't deserve to be sublimely happy. Sadly, we devalue and look down on ourselves. Our constantly fragile self-esteem is destroyed and we look for redemption elsewhere. You see it at bars all the time. Those 30+ single women, all dressed up in transparent confidence, reeking of deperation. Eyes scanning the room for a guy, any guy, that might be interested. It's a sad thing and I vow never to be one of those women.
I believe that the standards and expectations you have for your potential mate, or your future generally, is a reflection of your self. The higher the standards, the higher your self-esteem and vice versa. That's why when you're young you can have these standards. The world hasn't beaten you down yet. You don't know what it means to be vulnerable yet. You have that confidence because, quite simply, you just don't know any better. I don't want to lose that feeling. If I have lost it, I want to regain it. I refuse to let the world beat me down and make me feel like I am less than that which I think I deserve.
So I will not apologize for wanting someone who understands me; who let's me be who I am but also challenges me to be more because he sees my potential to be better; who makes me smile by just being around; who my friends like; who realizes that as strong and independent as I am, sometimes I want and need to just be treated like a girl; who isn't co-dependent; who has his own group of friends; who appreciates my love for all things Quentin Tarantino; who has no shame; who understands and is humored by my absolute girl-crush on Jennifer Garner; who realizes that when I melt at the sight of George Clooney, it's not a knock on him; who opens the door for me; who understands that I have significant trust issues and isn't scared of that; who knows what he wants; who likes baseball; who isn't threatened by the fact that my father is the most important man in my life; who treats me with respect; who is confident but not arrogant; who likes nice things but knows he doesn't need them; who never patronizes me; who is decisive; who knows that the thought that I need him scares the shit out of me; who grabs me and kisses me in the middle of the street even though he knows that I don't like PDAs; who my family likes; who puts up with my uber-analytical mind without judgment; who can outdrink me; who sees the little things that I do as signs that I care; who's just as happy eating at KFC as French Laundry; who is nicer to people than I am; who teaches me things everyday; who knows that though I put up a strong front, I'm fragile as hell; who cheers louder than I do at sporting events; who knows things I don't; who is strong enough to keep after me even though I come up with every excuse to push him away; who acknowledges that Wet Hot American Summer is a hi-larious movie; who makes me want to be a better person than I am.
